Page 48 of Wings of Snow
She blinked. “What?”
I peered closer at her, studying her eyes. “Blessed Mother, they are. It’s subtle, but your irises have a purplish tint now, almost like a violet color.”
A flash of a memory brushed my thoughts. When we’d sealed our mating bond, we’d been eye to eye as I’d fucked her, but the dim lights then hadn’t revealed the change.
“Really?” She rose from the bed and went to the mirror by the chest of drawers. Her mouth dropped when she studied her irises. “They are a slightly different shade.”
For a moment, she stayed there, her frown increasing as she gazed at her reflection, before she returned to the bed.
I forced my ardor to cool even though her curved backside and perfect breasts made me ache to draw her near again.
“Why do you suppose that is?”
I shook my head as I racked my brain. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think it has something to do with the Adrall Temple? I don’t think my eye color was different before I met God Zorifel.”
“Perhaps? Did that priestess or Drachu mention anything like that happening when they conducted that séance?”
Her frown increased. “No, but it’s not like Drachu was honest about everything.” A hint of bitterness crept into her tone. “I doubt he would have told me even if he knew meeting a god could create a change in me like that. Do you think they’ll always be this way?”
“No idea.”
“So I not only have white wings but violet eyes. Wait, let me try something.” She closed her eyes, her brow furrowing. Not even a second passed before a swell of magic pulsed from her skin, and her wings disappeared. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes. “What color are they now?”
I leaned closer and cocked my head in surprise. “They’re blue again, just like they always were.”
She closed her eyes again, and once more called forth her wings. The speed with which she did it and the immense magic pulsing around her was impressive.
“And now?” She opened her eyes again.
I smirked. “Violet. Very clever, Ilara. You’ve figured out the cause of it. So your violet eyes are tied to whatever animal affinity created your feathered wings.”
“But what animal has violet eyes and white wings?”
I scratched my chin. “That’s a good question. Maybe Haxil will know.”
“Or maybe God Zorifel would. Maybe he’s the one who gave me this affinity when we met.”
“Doubtful. Every time he’s interacted with our kind, it’s been to release the powers we were born with or to amplify them. He probably just speeded up the process of your affinities being born. But these wings of yours were always there. They just hadn’t appeared yet.”
“Perhaps, but I guess we’ll never know since that bastard Drachu disappeared before truthfully explaining what that séance had done, including how he’d tethered me to him.” She seethed softly.
I placed a hand over hers, and her soft skin met mine. “We’ll release you from him. I promise you that.”
“Do you think we can?”
A growl rumbled in my chest. “I’ll find a way if it’s the last thing I do. I’m not sharing any part of you with him.”
“That would require finding him.”
“True.”
“Which could prove tricky,” she added. “He knew I was coming to his shores the night that I did, and now that I know what his necklace can do, a part of me wonders if he has psychic abilities, either naturally orborrowedfrom another fairy who he stole from. If we try to find him, he may know we’re coming and flee.”
Even more magic rumbled in my gut. My power was definitely returning. “We’ll still find a way.”
Her wings ruffled slightly when she reached for the last piece of beetroot. She munched on it, her expression lost in thought as worry scoured her features.